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January 25, 2010
The story teller
The story teller walks in a different reality, straight posture, head high,
he is a spectator, simply observing, viewing, judging and musing. The
story teller stands aside in a safe distance, he observes pain but does
not realize it, he mocks the irony of faith, the cruelty of differences,
Nature or Nurture. He is a voyeur. he is an elite, with a gray beard and
eyes that can not see, bored still behind his thick glasses.
And yet he is a God, not an assumption but a reality perceived by him so
forcefully it convinces others to believe. He is God for he believes it with
no doubt, and yet this assumption would push his psyche to such labor
that he would soon wallow in expectation and guilt all wrapped in deity
of his self grander.
Is the story teller the villain or the anti hero, the murderer or the murdered,
the sinner or the puritan. he has the choice yet he does not bind the reality
of such decisions. The story take such decisions away. The story teller begins
the journey but the roads surely will turn, and to his dismay he loses his way, there
is a sunset and the gray dark empty quiet eerie of the woods where he gets
lost amongst parallel spaces as the story unfolds
Posted by Idinraha at January 25, 2010 09:13 PM